night fire

Chapter 10

10

Lu Xiuyan clamped the phone between her cheek and left shoulder, spread the wristband she took off on her thigh, smoothed it out, arranged it carefully, and replied, "What can I do?"

Wu Yong was silent on the other end of the phone, and it took a long time before he said in a low voice, "When did you call back?"

"You don't know that I'm going back to China?" Lu Xiuyan raised her eyebrows and raised her voice.

"...Of course I don't know."

"Oh, no wonder," Lu Xiuyan sneered, "I mean why are you so courageous."

The wristband is made of leather, with tiny rivets and black circles on a thin layer of tanned leather, lining Lu Xiuyan's fair thighs, giving it a distinct beauty.

Just like someone.

Lu Xiuyan looked at the thin leather belt, picked up the phone again, and said with a smile, "But I like your timidity."

Wu Yong didn't know how to answer Lu Xiuyan's words - he was not very good at dealing with Lu Xiuyan from before.

He could only be silent.

Lu Xiuyan felt a little bored listening to the noise in the receiver.

But as long as she thought about how the old cat lowered its head and unconsciously showed a sad expression, she suddenly felt that there was nothing more interesting than this.

After a long time, just when she was about to run out of patience and wanted to speak again, Wu Yong's hoarse nasal voice sounded from the opposite side.

It was like the sound of a leaf colliding with an ice cube.

"You're back—" as if complaining, "Why didn't you come to me?"

Lu Xiuyan was stunned for a moment.

Wu Yong couldn't see her dazed look, but asked over the phone, "Why didn't you come to me immediately?"

Seems a little angry.

Lu Xiuyan lowered her eyelids and said, "I don't think you should speak like this."

Wu Yong's chest heaved violently, his brutal anger transformed into an unspeakable grievance in Lu Xiuyan's light and light words.

He hesitated, "You, are you..."

"...don't want me?"

Lu Xiuyan suddenly stood up from the ground, the belt fell to the ground with a thud, and the brown and black spread into a lost thick line.

"To shut up."

She heard her own voice say so.

Wu Yong sat down on the toilet seat slumped, the hand holding the mobile phone was tightly clenched, but it seemed to be holding sand, and his heart was full of disappointment that he couldn't grasp it.

He secretly scolded himself for being sour because of his age, and felt that he was really not up to the mark, so he couldn't say anything cruel to Lu Xiuyan, and even said some stupid things like acting like a baby to a girl.

But that person is not an ordinary girl—that is Lu Xiuyan—Lu Xiuyan should not be offended by him, but probably only thinks that he is too timid to talk nonsense, or suspects that he is too old to be stupid Don't say anything that doesn't matter.

It's good to think so, at least to save him some face, so that he can barely support his waist in front of people, so that his legs won't fall down.

It wouldn't be like back then, kneeling in front of his little girl, looking at the tiny lace on her white stockings, begging her shamelessly, over and over, not to go.

Not like that.

Zhao Qiyan didn't go home directly after class. He went to the supermarket to buy half a roasted chicken with honey sauce, and then detoured to the pharmacy to buy a few boxes of antipyretics, and then went to Wu Yong's house.

He was familiar with the way to Wu Yong's house. When he got to the door, he rang the doorbell several times and no one answered, so he bent down and took out a handbag from under the big red flower carpet in front of the door, just like his own house. The key came and opened the door.

After entering the door and changing his shoes, he was not in a hurry to find someone. He took off the bag, put the medicine on the table, put the grilled chicken on a plate and put it in the microwave for a certain time.

After finishing all this, he wiped his hands, walked slowly to the bedroom, and shouted in a drawn-out tone, "Uncle Wu——"

No one answered him, so he walked straight over without closing the door, Wu Yong stood in front of a mirror taller than a person, the closet next to him was wide open, and he was wearing a suit coat.

Wu Yong was trying on the tie very seriously, without turning his head, he asked, "Yanyan, which one do you think looks better?"

Zhao Qiyan stood by the door with arms folded, glanced at the two colorful ties on Wu Yong's hands, and said, "The one on the left."

"Really? Does it look better?"

"It's better than the one next to it." Zhao Qiyan frowned and looked at the pile of tried clothes behind him, walked over to pick up one or two at random, and said, "So flirty? Are you going back to your old clothes again?" Did the bank go to sea?"

Wu Yong was surprised: "Why, does it seem that I am not serious?"

"A little."

"But I'm clearly dressed very tightly without leaking any flesh!"

Zhao Qiyan sat down on the bed with no expression on his face, frowned and said, "Who told you that you can be decent if you wear too much?"

Half an hour later, Wu Yong stood in front of the mirror uneasy and adjusted his tie.

"...Yanyan, is this okay?"

Zhao Qiyan held a small box to find him a tie clip, without raising his head: "What's wrong? It's much better than those flamboyant Hawaiian uncles of yours."

He flipped through it casually, picked out a silver tie clip with pinstripes and threw it at him.

Wu Yong buttoned up his tie clip unaccustomed, looked at himself in the mirror and said, "To be honest, it's a bit like my previous work clothes."

"is it?"

Wu Yong said honestly: "But I actually can't remember what the overalls looked like. I took them off as soon as I went to work."

"Ah."

Wu Yong felt that he had to explain: "Because the air conditioner in the clubhouse is very hot, and it is easy to sweat when drinking, so I took it off."

"There's no need to explain, Uncle Wu," Zhao Qiyan pulled out a large gold watch from the bedside box and gestured to Wu Yong's wrist, saying righteously, "A dog doesn't think his mother is ugly, and a son doesn't think his family is poor."

The implication is that he will not dislike Wu Yong's previous work.

"..." I'm not, I haven't, but my son, your attitude is indeed very touching - Wu Yong thinks he should be touched.

When I opened my mouth, I couldn't help reminding.

"A dog doesn't think his family is poor, and a son doesn't think his mother is ugly..."

"I know," Zhao Qiyan pulled out another big silver watch, "but my mother is very pretty."

Wu Yong: You are so kind to your mother.

Wu Yong: But does uncle treat you badly?

Wu Yong: And I really haven't been in the sea.

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